My dream Natalie in MM🔝❤
(Ironically, her name is Stassie LOL)

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Natalie's POV

It was around twelve noon on saturday afternoon that Terrence came to pick me up as per my instructions to Elena. Although I knew that the jet wasn't leaving till 3 o'clock and not without me, I had still asked her to send him in earlier. I don't know what I was thinking.

My bags were all packed and ready when he knocked on my door. I knew it was him. I had afterall been expecting him for a while now.

Taking a deep breathe, I mentally ready myself before pulling huge wooden door open.

What a sight.

I felt frozen up as I was strangely reminded of the first day I had met him there. Standing right outside my door. Except this time was different.

Very.

I had met him already and I had fucked him and then I had stupidly hired him again. Some part of me regretted the decision. I mean, it's not often that women so eagerly pine after men who so much wanted nothing to do with them. I'm pretty sure that's how he felt. He probably didn't even want to see me again and had been upset that he had no choice but to respond when Elena called him. Afterall it was his job.

But if that was so why the heck was he giving me such a dazzling smile as he stood before me, the sun glaring behind him making him look so...angelic. Like a dark angel.

"Hey." Terrence said still with that smile except this time it was a bit teasing. It was then that I realised that I had been foolishly standing there just staring at him, hindering him from entering.

Although it didn't look like he minded my blatant ogling, I felt my cheeks get rushed with blood in embarassment as I moved out of the way and opened the door wider. "Hey. Come on in."

And just like that night, even though I gave him enough space to walk through, I could feel his body heat as he brushed by me to get in.

I sighed as I closed the door shut and I found myself staring at his well defined and muscular back stretched cross his white polo shirt. The same back I had clung to days ago as he was in me. Fucking me.

Suddenly I felt myself getting hot and the room getting smaller.

"Your house is beautiful." He says as he looks around. 

"You've been here twice." I say with a small laugh. "Are you really just noticing that?"

He smirks at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, the first time I was here I wasn't able to properly notice it's beauty with something more beautiful, or rather someone more beautiful before me. And the second time, well, I can't say I noticed my surrounding at all. Except maybe that wall." He gestured to the wall right next to the door and I couldn't help the blush that came to my cheeks fiercely.

Dear Lord, please don't let me look like a tomato. I prayed.

He took a seat on the couch, his long legs stretched out on the carpet and for some reason I felt a strange happiness at seeing him so comfortable in my space.

"So Dubai, huh?" He asks with a soft smile.

"For my cousin, Camilla's wedding. You remember her from the dinner, don't you?" I took a seat on the loveseat opposite him not trusting myself to seat on the couch beside him and not try anything.

"Yes I do. The one engaged to a prince, right?"

I nod my head. "You hungry? I think I have some left over takeout from last night."

"No, thank you. I don't like eating before a flight. Speaking of which, aren't we supposed to be leaving soon?" He asks slightly confused.

"The jet doesn't leave till like 3 and the airport is not so far from here." I explain.

Terrence just nods. He doesn't look like the knowledge of the fact that we would be taking a jet excites him in the least. He's so neutral about it which was not what I was initially expecting. He's either been on one before, he's good at masking his emotions or he is simply doesn't care.

Maybe he's been on one with one of the females who have approached him in his line of work. The thought of that makes jealousy course through my veins as I quickly stand up and leave for the kitchen. 

Stop it, Nat. I scold myself. He's not yours. He's an escort. 

Then why was my heart treating this differently?

I quickly grab a glass cup and run it under the tap. Once full, I gobble the water up, suddenly feeling like there wasn't enough air in this house for Terrence and I to share. That feeling becomes even worse when he walks into the kitchen with me.

"I came back last Saturday." He begins. "But you weren't in."

What?

I didn't realise that I said that out loud until he replied. "Yeah. I'm sorry if you thought I'd left you that day, Natalie." And suddenly he's walking closer to me. My kitchen suddenly feels too small as I feel trapped against the sink. "I'm not that kind of man."

"Then why did you leave?" I blurt out the one question that had been plaguing me since that day, curiosity getting the best of me.

He looks away briefly and sighs. It's like he's contemplating how much he wants to tell me and I can't help but steel myself up for a lie. Why are all men the same?

"Work." Is all he says as he stops approaching me and rather leans on the island which is still too close.

Work. I feel that familiar spark of jealousy as I imagine him sneaking out of my bed after several rounds of sex to go to another woman who required his services.

That jealousy is quickly replaced by hurt. Did I mean so little to him? Why did I have to torture myself and hire this man again, a man who after less than a handful of encounters has me so wrung up. It seems I'm a sucker for rejection.

"I wasn't with another woman, Natalie. I swear." He says as if noticing my train of thoughts. He sounds sincere and for some reason I find myself believing him.

Maybe, just maybe, he's saying the truth.

"I could never be with another woman. Not after having you." He's walking towards me and I suddenly feel myself pushing back into the hard sink wishing for it to just swallow me up from the incoming predator. "Not after tasting you." Now he's in my personal space.

I feel conflicted whether I should push him away and preserve the little that is left of my sanity or I should pull him close. The man who has tortured and tormented my thoughts for several days on end now.

He doesn't give me an opportunity to decide as he is soon within a breaths length of me. His tall muscular frame is hovering over me and I feel so small in contrast to him. I'm not short but standing beside his over 6 ft self, I feel short. And that feeling is strangely a huge turn on to me.

I've always like a man who could dominate me. Both in physical build and in bed. Terrence feels too good to be true because he does both of that. He's slowly ticking off all the things I like in my men and creating new things that I didn't even know that I liked.

Mildly controlling. Check.

Tall. Check.

Sexy as fuck. Check.

Black. Check.

Very impressive body build. Check.

Just the right amount of dominating in bed. Check, check, check.

I think I'm in trouble with this one.

He leans down and kisses the side of my mouth. The left first, and then the right. "You're sexy when you're jealous." He mutters as I feel my breathe hitch, anticipating his next action. Just for a second before he suddenly slants his lips over mine and kisses me.

Unlike our first kiss, which was slow, this one was quick to ignite a fire in my veins like I have never felt before. It was passionate and it destroyed all my brief inhibitions against letting him have me again. Rather, before I knew what was happening, our clothes were off and we were having a repeat of Friday night right there on my fucking kitchen island except this time, it was doggy style.

...

We arrived at the airport at around 2:30 and thankfully we weren't late. The area around the aircraft already had cars around it. I'm guessing the gang was already here.

"Are we going with other people?" Terrence asks as he looks at the cars.

"Yes. Just a few of my friends." I reply.

We get out of the car and the attendants quickly get to us to help get our luggage out while I left them to it, leading Terrence to the aircraft with my hand in his. It felt like we were a real couple and some part of my mind was guarding me against getting too comfortable and used to that feeling.

As soon as we walk in everyone's attention turns to us but I don't mind. I have a sudden urge to show Terrence off which is wierd because just a few hours ago I felt insecure about the fact that I wasn't the only woman he was with. I guess he had been able to completely reassure me and resolve my fears and his ability to do that scared me like no other.

No, it wasn't just because of the sex. Like I said, Terrence and I have a connection.

"Hey guys." I say as we walk further in. Everyone is already settled in.

I'm suprised to see Judy, Diana, and Jorah here. They are Camilla's friends and I had assumed they would be following her but I learnt later on that Cam had already left with Khalid so they decided to follow us instead. I didn't mind. The more the merrier.

I introduced Terrence to everyone, including Kaylene who looked shocked to see Terrence again before she sent me a glare that clearly said: hello?-and-you-didn't-think-to-inform-your-best-friend-of-this or so I read into it. I gave her an apologetic smile but she didn't look all that ready to forgive.

Stassie, on the other hand, gave me a devious smile and whispered. "You go, girl." This earned her a glare from Kaylene but otherwise there was no physical gutting so we were safe.

As Terrence and I were finding our seats, I found Tate sitted at the back of the plane. At first I hadn't see him. I couldn't. He was practically hidden as he slid down his chair, his air pods in his ear, fast asleep so I decided to not bother him, rather, I sent Kaylene the same look she had given me earlier and she at least had the decency to blush.

This trip is going to be...interesting.

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